Beloved.

Chapter 7: Hello Again...

I wake up on my bed and hit my alarm clock. I look to my side to see my guitar next to me, i guess i fell asleep. My hair is all air dried from my showering yesterday. All the thoughts start to come back. Well that was a nice peaceful five seconds before it all came flooding in.

I get up and yawn. I walk to my closet and figure out what to wear. I decide to wear something that covers all the harm done to my body. Something that my mom cant/wont ever see.

I grab white leggings and a over-sized black sweatshirt. I grab black Uggs and slip them on over my socks. This covers every little bit of evidence except my black eye, and the soreness of my nose.

But i got that covered. Make up is basically my best and only friend.

I run to the bathroom and put the moisturizer on my face. I grab my cover up and roll it under my eyes and the blemishes on my face. Then get to my black eye and rub it in the best as i could. It barely changed a thing, and it doesn't help that my eye is bruised and i keep rubbing my hand all over it, only making it worse. Hopefully my mom doesn't notice it. I continue with the rest of my makeup and move on.

I decide if i should wear my glasses or put in contacts. I decide anything to possibly block my blemished eye, i should wear them today. I grab my big black frames and place them on my face.

I brush my long brown hair a bit, but keep it looking wavy. I pull my hood over my head and go down stairs a grab a normal granola bar. I am not a big breakfast person.

I feel my glasses are rubbing up against my nose and groan quietly. Today is just not my day.

I walk up to the door quickly and pick up my backpack and about to open the door. "Bye mom! I'm gonna be late!" Of course i'm not really running late. I always at least try to get to school 5 minutes earlier than usual so i don't get hurt, or draw attention. But i need an excuse to leave before she sees me.

"Wait i am right here sweetie!" My mom says as she runs up behind me. I try pulling my head as far into my hood as possible. I kiss her cheek and i am about to turn back around when my mom holds me still and looks at my face.

"Did someone hurt you?" My mom asked, full of concern, "did someone punch your face?!"

"No... I'm fine?" I say. trying to act as natural as possible.

"Are you sure?" She says. "It looks like..."

"Mom, i said i'm fine." i say and i drag myself out the door and shutting it behind me.

I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. I just don't- i don't want her knowing this is going on. She will be crushed and confused. And then once again transfer me to ANOTHER school. I am sick of moving everywhere. No one understands how hard it is.

I can lie right to my moms face, but i cant even look at my moms face without feeling all of the guilt.

***

So i actually ended up getting to school late. I run past everyone and run down the hallways and get to my locker. The bells about to ring and Zayn and his friends can walk down that hallway at any second. I don't want to see him after everything yesterday. I quickly dial in my combination, it wont open.

"damn it!" I whisper to my self, once again dialing my combination. It opens and i grab all my books and slam my locker shut. I look around the hallway and see Zayn coming. To avoid him best as possible, i sprint down the hallway to get to my class. I get inside the classroom and sit in my seat at the back corner of the room. I take the biggest sigh ever. I lay my head down on the table as the teacher starts the class.

***

"Now, who can give me a brief summary of French Revolution?" The teacher asks looking around the classroom.

"Katlyn!"

"Huh? What?" I ask as i lift up my head. I was drawing on my notebook, i didn't even realize.

"The French Revolution. Explain it."

"Uhh... A global war centered in Europe that began sometime in July."

"WRONG! Katlyn wake up! It was a period of radical, social, and political upheaval in France that had a fundamental impact on not only French history but on modern history worldwide!"

Everyone turns and looks at me and then back at the teacher.

"Looks like you guys aren't quite catching onto this stuff. Everyone get out your books and read the first chapter, discussion is over."

***

It's the end of the school day and i have to go to my locker one more time, i haven't seen Zayn at all ye-

I trip and fall to the floor.

I look up.

"And that is was an idiot looks like. Klutz, get up."

I stumble to get to my feet, just to get kicked back to the floor.

"You fat bitch i said get back up." Zayn demands.

I get back up once more. I stay silent, but begin to get aggravated.

"Wow its like you trained a dog! Where can i get one?" Someone says and laughs.

"Sorry they aren't for sale." Zayn laughs back.

"Do something else to her!" Someone asks.

"How are you holding up from yesterday?" Zayn asks as he squeezes my nose, making it pound in pain.

"Ow-" i grab it.

"Oh..." He pouts, "i guess not so good." He smirks.

"She wasn't at school yesterday though?" One of Zayn's other friends asks.

"I still found her." He says with a smile.

"I'm not gonna stand here and be treated like-" i get cut off.

"Then don't stand." Zayn says. He pushes me to the floor. My spine hits the ground.

"Now get out of the way, people walk here." Zayn adds, walking off. Its his famous line/excuse to pick on me everyday. I try getting up, but its extremely hard. I am limping like a 70 year old. I try my best to walk the rest of the way to my locker, grab my books and shove them in my backpack. The weight of my backpack doesn't help. I just want to go home but from here i have to go straight to work.

***

I get to my job at the coffee shop and sit down my backpack. i rest my arms on the counter. Once again, no one is even here. I guess thats why i am not paid much.

Then, Harry walks in. He has his journal with him again and he sits at the same table. I hesitantly walk over.